Big Decision! *Private*

Dante didn't kiss her back when she lightly pressed her lips to his; her tear that splashed onto his cheek shattered him. It tore him apart horridly from the inside, and he looked down, not meeting her gaze. "I'm sorry if I hurt you in any way," he said, getting up and backing away from her. He regretted telling her that, and he could've done better and fight the urge, but he was weak. The look on his face was devasting to see; so many angles of pain expressed among it. She was near tears, because of him. It killed him to see her like this. "I guess I should go now, huh." It wasn't a question, but a statement. He fixed his hair and clothes before looking up at her. Dante walked over to her and went to kiss her one last time, but he hesitated, and pulled away without a kissbin defeat. He placed his hand on the knob, and looked at her from over his shoulder, his eyes covered by his hair. "I'm sorry... Cyra," he said before opening the door.

Cyra felt horrible. She didn't want Dante to feel bad because of her. Not again. The magic from before couldn't end this way. If she would let him walk out of the door she didn't what would happen. She pressed her head toward her knees.

"It's not you." It was all she could get out. She wanted to say so much more. She wanted to tell him not to go, not to feel bad, that it was her fault it turned out this way. But she couldn't. She could no longer fight the tears. She just wanted to be embraced and comforted.

"Please."

And in that second she said please, his heart sunk and he immediately twirled around, running to her and scooping her up in his warm arms. He sat there on the bed and held her tightly, her cheek resting against his chest. He rocked gently back and forth, shushing her and stroking her hair. He didn't care that her warm, salty tears soaked his shirt, he was just glad that she wanted him to stay. "I'll stay for as long as you want me to, Cyra," he whispered gently. "It's not your fault that I wanted to have... Yeah," he said, calmly. "Though it sorta' is for being so damn hot. But anyways, it's not your fault. I understand, your not ready. It's totally normal. Your 16..." he murmured, hugging her tightly. Wiping her tears away with his gentle hands, he leaned down and kissed her for a long time before pulling away. "I just don't want this magic to go away..." he whispered.

Cyra cried her heart out. She buried her face deep in his chest, listening to his soothing voice. She didn't fight the kiss, but she didn't have the strength to return it either. She shook her head.

"Me neither." She hugged him again and put her ear to his heart once again. She loved the sound of his heart, and she needed to hear it now to calm her down. She sat like that for several minutes, breathing heavy breaths.

"Now you know it, I'm a pretty broken girl..." She whispered slowly, not knowing what Dante would think of her if she told him. Probably not much different than now, but she wasn't sure. She had never told anyone else than Ema.

He looked down at her, confused. What did she mean? Her heavy breaths reassured her that she was calming down a bit, and he slightly closed his eyes, staring at her. She was hurting so badly, and it hurt him that he couldn't help. He leaned down and laid down with her, holding her so closely and tightly, but gentle. He never wanted to let her go, never ever. She was so precious to him. "Can you explain to me what you mean...?" he asked, whispering softly and brushing the hair out of her eyes. He kissed her forehead, concerned.

She looked down at the button in Dantes shirt she had been playing with earlier. How would she even begin? There was no short way around this, she guessed.

"I've been bullied throughout all of my life. I never had a single friend, not until I met Ema." She paused. Just mentioning Ema still pained her. "I was harassed by some guys in my class, and suddenly she stands between them and me. From that day she protected me, and she became my only friend." She took a deep breath, the part that was most relevant today was coming up. "For the first time in my life I could talk with other people. Ema was popular, so when I was under her protection I was suddenly not bullied anymore. Not officially. I got a few boyfriends, but never really did anything other than talking and kissing them. But one of them wanted more. When I said that I didn't want to he got mad. He... He ripped off my shirt and..." Her voice failed her. She had been scarred for life, she needed to learn to live with it.

Dante's eyes shook with abhorrence as she told her story. The ending enraged him. So badly. The blood under his skin boiled and the anger showed in his face. He was livid. Dante's body shook in disgust; he wanted to beat the shot out of that guy who did that to her. No, he wanted to kill him. Many sadistic and twisted ideas of torture ran through his mind; he no longer looked like himself. His eyes were very dark now, and he clenched his teeth tightly. Holding her closer than ever, she could feel the tension in him. "Cyra," he said in a flat and serious tone. "W-when did this h-happen..." he asked, his temper rising. Dante was like a firework; once the flame has ended the wick, he explodes.

Cyra was frightened by Dantes sudden tension. She didn't think her story
would have this effect on him.

"About two years ago." She said, not sure what he would do if he ever
found out who it was. Sure, she hated him, but she wouldn't do anything stupid.

"He never actually got through the whole... thing. Ema was at the same party and she heard me screaming." She still shivered at the thought of it, but at least now Dante knew that it was her, and not him that was the problem. Hopefully he would understand.

Two years. He could still hunt him down. All he needed was a name, and that bastard was Dante's bitch. His head slowly turned towards Cyra, a low and creepy grin appearing on his marble lips. "What's his name...?" Oh, the hatred in his eyes and voice was very disturbing. He looked very off by such a talk, but he couldn't help it. Just because a guy couldn't respect a woman's answer, she now lies down, scarred for life. But all of a sudden, Dante threw on a mask to calm her down. He smiled at her warmly, and his eyes were so careful and gentle. "I understand you completely, Cyra... But I do want you to know that I would never do that to you. Ever," he whispered, looking into her eyes. He was dead serious about hurting this guy.

Here's a pic of what Dante looked like when he grinned for the guy's name:D Smexy, I knowxD :

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Cyra was now really frightened. The transformation from the Dante she knew into this was monstrous. His once beatiful eyes had turned dark and brooding. She shook her head.

"The name is not important, is it?" She said, now seriously hoping he wouldn't do anything stupid. She didn't want him to get a permanent record at the police. Then he suddenly smiled again. She couldn't shake off the tension from before though, so her answer was just a light kiss. She looked straight into his eyes. This side of him was really terrifying.

[[OOC: Yay, Kira!]]

He tightly clenched his jaw shut, wanting to know the man's name. But if she said it was no importance, than it wasn't anymore. He nodded, accepting this, and kissed her back. He sat up and held her in his arms, getting up from her bed and walking over to her closet, setting her down gently in front of it. He no longer looked pissed or sadistic, just himself now. "You have exactly..." he whipped out his watch and looked at it. "An hour. I'll go make reservations. Chop chop, babe," he said with a wink. Why stay here and be all upset when they could go enjoy dinner together? It was only 6:30, anyways. He twirled around, buttoning his shirt up a little and straightning out his shirt. "Make sure it's something very nice. We're going somewhere that is expens- I mean, not expensive!" he quickly said, sheepishly smiling and walking out of the room backwards. Leaving her to get ready.

The second he turned around his face went hard and cold, Dante yanking his phone out and dialing a number quickly. By the second ring, the guy picked up. "Ah, L... It's been awhile... Yes, I have a request.. I'll fill in the details later... You too, goodbye..." he said, his voice so low that only his ears were the receiver. He then dialed the restaraunt's number, making a reservation for two.

She sat in front of the closet for a few minutes. Were they going out to eat? Now? She tried to gather her strength and to think of something else. She looked into the closet. The only 'very nice' she had was the dress she had during the small party Dante and Nixon had, and she knew she looked horrible in it. Ah well, anything was better than what she was wearing now. She started to undress and managed to find a black skirt that might work. She had a good red blouse to use with it, but she couldn't find it anywhere in the closet. What the? She ran around the room shirtless, looking for the blouse. It was one of her favourites, she didn't want to lose it.

Dante knocked on her door, checking his watch. They had till 7:45, due to the place being packed tonight. "Hey, if you can't find anything, we can swing by somewhere and I'll treat you to a new dress and dinner," he said cheerfully. He had a lot of money on him, thanks to Nixon being so damn rich. He stood there at her door, one hand on his hip and his other forearm against the door, his forehead against it as he awaited for her reply. 

All of a sudden his phone went off, and he answered it. 
"Hello?"
"Hello, Dante. L here."
"Oh."
"Not happy?"
"What do you want?"
"Ah, right. Well, depending on who we are looking for," he paused, and Dante could hear a squishy noise of someone chewing. Cake, that's all L ate. "I will just need his name. But all I can do for you is find out where he is. If you get in trouble with the police, you mustn't mention my name."
"Yeah, yeah, I know."
"Alright, Dante. Goodbye."
"Goodb-" all of a sudden, L hung up on the other line before Dante could even finish his fair well. Creepy bastard.    

Dante began to worry, so he walked up to her door an twisted the knob, looking down as he walked up but looked up. She was topless, and boy oh boy did his whole face flush scarlet! He quickly turned around and shut the door tightly behind him, not being able to breathe. The hotness in his cheeks rose, and he could feel himself blushing so badly. He was frozen in place, sort of shocked but escatic. He didn't know whether he should start pumping his fists up in the air or scream in embarrassment on how rude of him it was to do that.

"No, I'm fine." She replied. A new dress? That would take like, forever. There weren't many clothes in her size that wasn't childish. She often had to special order clothes. She had found her blouse, which for some reason had been used as a bed by Jazz in the bathroom, when Dante entered the room. Her face went red and she could see his doing the same. He quickly exited the room again. Cyra stood still for a moment. She then shooked her head and put on a bra, followed by her blouse. She decided to put some minor mascara on. She looked at herself in the mirror. She couldn't believe that she was going out for dinner now, after one of her crying attacks. Come on girl, you can do this!

"I'm ready!" She shouted while walking to the door, hoping that Dante didn't run away before.

Dante was looking out the sliding glass doors, staring at the view of the beautiful campus. His back was facing towards her, his hands in his pockets. When he turned around, he saw Cyra and nearly fainted. She looked so beautiful with what she was wearing! He smiled largely, happy that she was all his to keep. He pulled out his right hand and reached out towards her; his smile got smaller but warmer. "You ready? All I have is a motorcycle to go on, so no worries. We won't crash," he chuckled, smiling at her. He kept back the, but if we do you'd be the one to stay alive because of a helmet, but he didn't because they wouldn't crash; Dante was a very good driver, especially on motorcycles. He just kept his calm expression on.

"Un!" She nodded, faking a smile. She was still a little shaken, but she figured it'd be over soon. After all, Dante went some extra miles to be nice to her. She really appreciated it, she did. She felt that people would be watching them though. Dante looked slightly older than he was, and Cyra herself looked much younger than she was, so people would start to wonder. She grabbed is arm with hers and held his hand.

"Shall we?" She asked, almost dragging him towards the parking lot, where she assumed his motorcycle were standing. She'd been riding motorcycles with Ema before.

Dante smiled when she grabbed his hand and nearly dragged him out of her dorm and to the parking lot. Dante smiled hugely when he saw his Ducati; it looked brand new, the paint shiny and glossed. The leather seating wasn't scuffed up or teared. Atop the back seat was a crimson red helmet, and Dante looked down at the porcelain figure beside him and smirked. He grabbed it and twirled on his heel, holding it in his hands. He grinned and plopped it onto her small head, his hands on each side of it to make sure it fit okay. A bit loose, but it would do. "You okay? I recomend that you hold on tightly, trust me," he said with a smirk, holding back a laugh and helping her on. He then jumped onto it and kicked the kick-stand back, playing with the throttle before leaving with so much speed. His honey brown hair whipped back, and he hollard in excitement. The adrenaline that was coursing through his body was addicting, something that he loved.


Arriving at Séducteur Impúlsí, a very expensive and nice restaurant, he parked his Ducati in the garage area and turned it off, kicking the stand in place. Outside, the restaurant had been surrounded by palm trees that were dressed up in yellow lights. In the back, there was a very large fountain that stood at least eight feet, and was very wide. At night time, they turned on the lights within the water, making it look breath-taking.

Cyra watched Dantes Ducati with awe, it was shining brightly. It looked like it was pretty new. Without warning Dante put the helmet, slightly too large, on her head.

"I know, I've been riding on a bike before you know." She said. She folded her arms around his waist and held tightly. The adrenaline pumped through her as the Ducati roared down the streets. She wanted to rest her head on Dantes back, but the helmet made it impossible, so she gave up on that idea.


She had never been at this restaurant before. Not too strange, it looked very expensive and mature, plus a girl without many friends wouldn't eat at a resturaunt much, especially when she knew how to cook well, right? She looked at the scenery and swirled around to see every detail.

"Wow. This place is beautiful. I didn't know such a place existed." She exclaimed. She had totally forgotten about the incident by now, her absent-minded head bewitched by her surroundings. She suddenly stopped as if she realized something.

"It looks really expensive though. Are you sure you can afford it?" She asked, worried. She didn't want him to spend all his money on her.

He got off and looked like a greek god, the way how tall and charming he looked. His honey brown hair slightly fell in his ocean-clear blue eyes, and when he flashed his smile at her, it could've skipped a heart beat. He was happy that he picked this place. He cocked his head slightly to the right as he stood sideways towards her, winking. "Dont worry about it, it's all for you. I got it," he said, walking very quickly towards her and hugging her. He bent down and kissed her gently, many girls from their school that had been there staring at him in awe, then looking at Cyra with hot jealousy. He ignored the stares and smiled at her when he pulled back. "Be prepared to have a kick-ass meal!" he laughed, tugging her along by the hand.

She returned the kiss with delight, everything about this seemed like it was taken right out of a dream. She could feel other girls jealous stares, and for once she felt that she didn't care what they thought about it. Dante was hers, and hers only. She had what they could only dream about, and she knew something that they didn't. Dante was so much more than just his looks. He was very kind and had a certain ability to be himself without provoking one in a bad way.

"Be prepared to have a kick-ass meal!" She laughed with him and squeezed his hand tight.

"You know kick-ass kinda removes the glamour of this place, right?" She added, still giggling. She was filled with anticipation when they reached the doors.

"Heh...right," he said, rubbing the back of his head and sheepishly smiling. He held the door open for her and walked in, walking up to a lady behind a post. He spoke to her in a very low voice, low enough so that only the hostess abd him could here. She nodded and smiled, telling them to follow her. The people who were told to wait glared at Dante as he flashed a snarky smile towards them, tugging Cyra along with him.

They were led into a room that held on one table, and the room was beautiful. The walls were fish tanks--starting from the floor and touching the ceiling. Many exotic and beautiful yet bizarre fish seam around in the clear water. The room was dim, due to the chandelier turned on lowly. It had been made out of realy crystals, and each time they twirled around, it sent a unique rainbow of colors. They sat down at the table, and the hostess left as the personal waitor poured sparkling water into the champagn glasses. Dante had ordered that instead of wine, not sure if she liked it, being 16. When the waitor left, the two were left alone to decide what they wanted in the breath-taking room. "I would have gotten the Japanese based theme, but it already had been reserved," he said, shrugging shyly.

Cyra took in every detail of the room with huge eyes. She couldn't believe them. She'd never get close to a room like this in her dreams.

"I would have gotten the Japanese based theme, but it
already had been reserved,"

She shook her head. "No, this is more than enough. I thought we were going for a regular table." She said, smiling. She felt really insignificant in this room. "How did you manage to get a room such as this? Do you have any special tricks?" She asked him, looking into his deep blue eyes.

He placed one arm over the back of his chair, leaning back. His head hung down, his hair in his face abd covering it. Dante then leaned his head back, flashing a dazzling smile. "I just use my cunning looks I guess," he said, his voice as soft as velvet and like liquid. His eyes were bright with truth, now a turquoise color. His fingers drummer the side of the chair as his arm hung off of it, and he winked at Cyra. He reached out for his glass and held it out. "To you, Cyra..." he said softly.

"And you." She held up her glass and cheered with him. Even though it was only water it felt kinda funny doing it. She took a few sips of water and then looked at the menu. She flipped through the pages, unable to choose anything.

"Have you taken many girls to this place?" She asked him. She wasn't jealous, more curious. She looked up at him and smiled, as to reassure him of this. She wondered where he could've found this place to begin with. It didn't seem like the usual place for a date, especially not for a 17-year old.

He took a sip of it and placed it down, not looking at the menu because he already knew what he wanted. He leaned back into his chair, looking down. "Your the first girl. I usually come here alone, because the only picture I have of my father, whom I've never met, he was standing in front of the fountain in the back of this restaurant near the rose garden... For some reason, everytime I'm here, I feel like he is, too. That's why I'd come here alone..." he said, staring at the fish tank to the right, watching a school of Top Hat fish swimming around.